Posts in the “COVET” category

I was raised to adore roses. My mother loved them passionately, and watching her nurture them, prize them, photograph and paint them, I always knew that they were sacred to her. From early on, I came to associate her name, (…)

It’s the season for reading my most favorite story from my most favorite book by my most favorite author… The Erl-King, by Angela Carter, from her astounding anthology of dark fairy tales, The Bloody Chamber. It’s the very best thing (…)

I think it’s high time to resume making Magic Windows posts again as well, don’t you? Magic Windows is a peek into my world and adventures, via the tiny eye of the camera on my telephone. Earlier this week, I (…)

As someone that has traveled extensively from a fairly young age, I find it a bit absurd that I have long struggled with the art of proper packing. I learned the hard way, pretty early on, that whatever I took (…)

This springtime in Texas has been truly glorious – we’ve had a very mild winter with only one or two minor freezes, and more rain than anyone’s seen in ages. It truly feels like an earthly benediction, after the brutal (…)

Horus was the ancient Egyptian sky god who was usually depicted as a falcon. His right eye was associated with the sun Ra. The eye symbol represents the marking around a Peregrine Falcon’s eye that includes the “teardrop” marking sometimes (…)

Today marks a very special holiday indeed – the birthday of my dearest darling, Miss Pandora Gastelum. In lieu of getting to celebrate her whelping with her (the travesty of why this cannot be is detailed below), I am writing (…)

The other night, Miss Shari Gerstenberger of Charm School Vintage and I joined forces to style an inspiration shoot for Exquisite Corpse, and to kick off a lookbook to guide anyone seeking ideas on what to wear. As a young (…)

It’s almost that time, y’all… My mind is already there, steeped in chicory, dusted in powdered sugar. Hungry for those sweet faces I ain’t kissed in so long. My heart quickens up when I think of riding down my old (…)